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Posted: Friday, November 9, 2018 12:30 am

Just tell me why we have to jump? We know that some of us have jumped to conclusions and we have all heard, “If your friend jumped off the cliff, would you do it too?” Jack jumped over the candlestick in the nursery rhyme, Jack be Nimble.

We have all jumped at the chance while I hope none of you reading this have ever jumped bail. Have you had someone jump down your throat? Have you jumped in with both feet before? Of course, I know at one time or another, we have all jumped for joy.

Well this week you might have seen me jumping. I am stomping my feet hard on the floor and jumping up and down while screaming mad! What am I so riled about that I have to jump up and down like a crazy woman (ok like myself)? I’m upset that Tom is dead.

It is worse than I have ever seen it. The murderers

started before Halloween! They plotted to totally ignore Tom so as not to give him his day. Yes, the Tom I am talking about is Tom Turkey and his big day, Thanksgiving. What has happened to Thanksgiving?

Prior to Halloween, everyone has jumped the gun! Retailers stocked the Christmas decoration section. Trees, lights, inflatables, wreaths and more adorned the shelves. It was bad…very bad. Now I understand craft stores such as Joann Fabrics and Hobby Lobby stocking their shelves with craft items so that the crafters can get jump started on projects. They aren’t killing Tom…they are just preparing while there is time as crafts take time.

It got worse.

During the week of Halloween when ghosts and goblins should be swarming, several stores were already decorated with Christmas decorations. Last week I dined at Texas Roadhouse and was so disappointed to see the entire restaurant decorated for Christmas, including a tree in the entry way. GIVE ME A BREAK PEOPLE! Where are the turkeys????? Where is Tom? They do make inflatable pilgrims and turkeys you know!

Each year the murderers are slowly and methodically suffocating Tom. It’s not bad enough he gets cooked on his day…they are snuffing him out before that!

Then there came the commercials. All the Christmas commercials that are running now. Finally, it broke my heart to see my beloved Hallmark Channel try to kill Tom too. I used to look forward to the day after Thanksgiving when the Christmas movies would start running on the channel. Well unfortunately the Hallmark Channel has also chosen to kill Tom.

But wait…there is more. I have seen a few homes already decorated with lights aglow. This evening prior to writing this column, I drove by Waterstone with its snowman all lit at the front gate and stars at another. OK so you have the manpower to put it up. Can you put it up and not light it until Thanksgiving? What’s wrong with you people?

Don’t get me wrong…I love Christmas and as my friends and family will tell you, I decorate our home to the max however, I prefer to give Tom his holiday and take time to give thanks prior to jumping into the Christmas Season.

So here I stand, a grown woman of 64 years, standing and shaking my fists while stomping my feet hard on the floor just about ready to jump out of my skin! Let’s stop jumping the gun and let’s give Tom his day and give thanks for what we have. Do you agree? Did I jump to the wrong conclusion? Let me know. Jumping Jehosophat…this is my jumping off point.

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